We make a curtain of your hair,
all calm and still,
breath becomes the wind
to caress our lashes
eyes find delight of closeness,
yet your lips seem so far away from
the piercing shrill of the too noisy world,
from the pull of all we'd need to do;
time makes a fall
into a moment as deep as a wish,
as full as a springtime moon at dusk
when your eyes find only me,
and you...are all I will see...
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